Chapter 130

As the event ended, Sarah gripped the key card firmly and opened the door to the reserved room. However, the man waiting inside wasn't Cole. It was the middle-aged man who had handed her the key card earlier. A cigar dangled from his lips, and his loose robe barely covered his sagging body. With a pleased expression, he gazed at Sarah. "What do you want?" "Why is it you?" Sarah stood rooted to the spot. "Didn't Cole ask you to give me this key card? Why..." Before she could question further, the middle-aged man grabbed her wrist, pushed her against the wall, and closed in on her. "Cole? The Larson heir? Do you really think you can climb into his bed with just that pretty face?" "Why don't you stay the night and serve me well instead? Whatever Cole can give you, I can too." With that, he greedily moved in to claim her lips. "Don't touch me!" Sarah gasped as panic flashed in her eyes. She frantically broke free from the man's grip, but before she could reach the door handle, he gr